I tried to hide the pain inside
With the touch of your razor's side.
Caught up in yourself, you never knew
The reason your tools were leaving you.
You see the blood splatter, then wonder what's the matter.
If you had eyes you'd see my life's about to shatter.
Like the drugs separating me and dissipating,
A high means not a thing when I feel my life's sting.
Now alone I stand, with gun in hand
With knowledge and feelings no one can understand.
So quit acting like you know what I'm going through,
If you had these same thoughts, you'd want to kill yourself, too.